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The night had been splendid, with Porsche confessing to Kinn how much he meant to him, putting his life and his heart in his hands; giving everything to the one man who made him feel whole. To his love, to his entire world.
After the happy party, the smiles and the good time, all he wanted now was to be with him; to feel him on every part of his skin, for his hands to linger on him, for the warmth and electricity to never leave him.
Porsche was kissing him desperately, with a need he'd been holding back since morning, and that was heightened when Kinn had feasted on his mouth, eating off his tongue and drinking in his breath.
There was a certain irony in the thought of the effort he had put into his clothing, and that as soon as the two of them began to touch, they turned out to be a hindrance. All the clothes lying around the room, some farther apart than others.
The kisses were addictive. Passion, abandon, disorder, only they could get hard with just that action. They drained everything there, immersed themselves in the pleasures that their cavities transmitted to each of their muscles. There were synchronized dances, warrior fights, extreme sports, sword against sword and shovels digging on palates and teeth.
They sank between moans as their fingers sailed over their bodies, tracing what they already had so well memorized. There was, for them, no one else with the capacity to awaken the animal sense that made them go crazy, giving themselves to each other as if nothing else existed, as if there were no more dangers or obligations, as if there were no more thoughts or appointments, as if that moment were unique, special and unrepeatable.
Their gazes met and Porsche got lost in the love that was there, in the black eyes that looked at him tenderly and with a hint of mischief. His whole life belonged to him, and every time he saw him, the more he was convinced he had made the right choice.
Kinn kissed him again, starting at the corner of his mouth, giving small attentions and sliding down his jaw until he reached his neck. The gentle bites felt good, made him tilt his head to give Kinn more access. He grabbed him, and buried his mouth in his chest, rolling his nipples, first the right and then the left, turning the soft sighs into moans that were a little harder to control.
The temperature was rising, but Kinn wouldn't let him turn on the AC. He agreed immediately when he said he wanted to taste him like this, to have him au naturel, to get lost in his beads of sweat and suck on every drop.
"I'm fascinated by everything about you," he told him between kisses. Porsche immersed himself in the sensations that made him shudder, and that invited him to surrender himself in complete freedom. There was no other moment but this one, with Porsche under Kinn, trailing and digging his fingers into the broad back that covered his body at the pleasure of the caresses and kisses.
There was an explosion of emotions. Between sighs of their names and whispers of words of love, both enjoyed every second of being together. For them, melting into one another was an expression of what they felt within, like a vast universe inside them that they could express in no other way than by giving themselves to each other.
Kinn kissed him as if the night would go on forever, delighting in every little part of him. There was no rush, and in their minds, there were only the two of them.
"Kinn..."
Porsche twisted lightly against the mattress, feeling the wetness of the tongue, and the bits of saliva left purposefully on his skin. He was marking him, as he always did when they had sex. He was sure that tomorrow, hickeys all over his torso were going to appear.
Sometimes his head would turn to the side, or he'd use the pillow to drown out the louder groans; but once Kinn sank inside him, he gently cupped him by the cheeks, locking their gazes. Porsche lost himself in the eyes darkened by pleasure and lust, and he knew, even if he couldn't see them, that his own were the same. Perhaps, even, with a deep blush painted on his face.
They looked directly at each other without losing detail of their expressions, sometimes frowning, biting their lips, opening their mouths, stifling their sounds between their teeth. Porsche wrapped his legs around Kinn, and Kinn dug in even deeper. His member filled him completely, it was big and long, incredibly delicious; Porsche loved to feel it all the way in.
They lost themselves between slow, fast, wild back and forth, keeping a tight grip until Kinn came inside Porsche, and Porsche gasped when Kinn engulfed his cock to give him the final push he needed, unhesitatingly swallowing all the liquid after he came.
It was a slow session, where they spent time re-memorizing every part and taste of their bodies. The second time, it was out of control as if wild beasts had taken over them. The third time, they went back to slow, to caressing and touching, where Porsche had taken the reins, ruining Kinn as well as he had ruined him; he rode him, and only the thrusts had been enough to make him explode for one last time.
The first rays of sunlight were already peeking through the window, but both Kinn and Porsche kept giving each other little touches until their eyes could no longer stay open.
"I love you." Porsche managed to hear, and perhaps, replied between barely understandable words. A kiss on his forehead, and he fell asleep.